The story, "Naughty Neighborly Relations," recounts my downfall into sin, sexy sin. As my husband, Dennis, explained, there are sins that normal people don't enjoy, like theft, lying, cheating and violence. Other sins are by their nature, pleasurable, like over-indulgence in candy or alcohol (if one doesn't get a hangover). Most pleasurable of all are sexual "sins."
When Dennis realized that I had an admirer, a lecherous admirer, next door, he saw an opportunity for me to be as exciting a wife as I am a devoted mother and grandmother by devoting myself to reinvigorating our sex lives. I discovered that, in acting sexier, I enjoyed feeling sexier and having more exciting sex. I am 42 with a pretty face, long blonde tresses, long legs on a 5' 10" body and just about fill a C-cup bra.
I married at 18, had my first daughter at 19 and my second at 20. Dennis was five years older than I. He was a military veteran with a tour in the Vietnam War before we married. Now that both of our daughters had married and given birth, Dennis thought that I might have more time to be a wife. Instead, I spent most of my time at my half-time job, visiting my children, and babysitting my grandchildren. I began to gain weight. Confined to our house by his agoraphobia, Dennis became despondent. His psychiatrist counseled that I give Dennis more attention and boost his sense of manhood with more sex.
This was easier said than done, for 20+ years of marriage had dulled my sex appeal for him. One day, despite his agoraphobia, Dennis bolted in our van and drove across the country to visit a friend out east. I was frantic! Since he had been in communication with our next-door neighbor, Bob, by email, I emailed Bob my distress and guilt for neglecting my husband. Bob reassured me that I was still an attractive, desirable woman, when I wasn't being a grandma. He offered to come over to talk.
I agreed. It occurred to me that I should dress to look like the attractive, desirable woman Bob said I was. It being a warm afternoon, I was already wearing a tight pair of old denim shorts. They didn't seem to be short enough, especially when I was standing, so I took my fabric shears and cut 2" triangular slits on the outsides and insides of each leg. I changed into the loose sleeveless blouse that he had once looked down and unbuttoned it a bit lower.
Bob was ten years older than I, and his wife was several years older than he.
When he knocked on the front door, I opened it. He offered me a hug, and I accepted, a long, warm one. Bypassing my favorite chair, I sat on the couch so that he could sit beside me. The cushions are very soft, which caused the legs of my shorts to ride up several inches.
"Bob, I've neglected my role as a wife and been more of a nurse toward Dennis and his mental health. His doctor said I should be more sexual with him, but he's too used to me!"
I began to cry. Bob moved against me. He put his right arm around me and caressed my bare upper arm. His left hand caressed my bare thighs, sending shivers up them and an illicit thrill to my pussy!
"Jane and I have been married about as long as you and Dennis, and we needed to find ways to revive our sex lives. You can spice up your sex lives with some variety. Use your imagination. Wear sexier clothes. Make love at different times in different places. Flirt with other men to show Dennis that you still have IT."
I seemed to be flirting successfully now! I put a hand on Bob's thigh to steady myself. I felt and then saw that I still had IT for Bob! I looked up at his face to find him looking down my blouse. I was becoming aroused while Bob was all ready to fuck me, if he were led by his penis! I had never contemplated cheating, so I wiped my tears and thanked him. I rose and invited him to look at my gardens. My legs were shaky, and my pussy felt moist from Bob's amorous consolation.
That night, I called Dennis to ask how he was and to plead with him to return. I said I'd do anything to be the wife he wanted. I confessed that I had invited Bob over for male advice and cried on his shoulder.
"Does Bob think you're sexy?"
I told Dennis about making my shorts sexy and unbuttoning my blouse for Bob.
"That's progress. Did he like what he saw?"
"While consoling me, he caressed my bare upper arm and felt me up my bare thighs. I accidentally touched his penis through his pants, and it was hard!"
"Good! You have possibilities!"
He said that his brother here in town had gotten him some marijuana. After smoking some, he felt able to escape the house. He said he would start back tomorrow.
By the time he got home, Dennis had thought up several sexy ideas for me, beginning with a small splurge on sexier clothes. When he said I looked sexy, I felt sexier. He got me using marijuana to remove my sexual inhibitions. He was so enthusiastic about my cooperation that I began to welcome my erotic journey.
So that's the background for how I proved my sex appeal to my husband, by encouraging our neighbor's advances until we made a sexual connection. The experience that transformed me is described in "Naughty Neighborly Relations."
It was a warm day in the merry month of May when I was out in the backyard planting flowers. Bob saw me kneeling in my tight, slit denim shorts. I looked up with a "come hither" smile. That's all the encouragement he needed to come out the gate of his backyard and over to visit me. He knelt beside me and began caressing my bare upper arms, which gave them goosebumps. Then he began feeling me up my bare thighs. That made my pussy moisten. He looked down my blouse as if he were at a fruit stand.
"Wow!"
Dennis had told me to go without a bra so that Bob would have easier access.
"He'll love the surprise!" Dennis grinned salaciously.
Bob put his hand inside my blouse and hefted each breast. Since I made no resistance but only gasped and sighed, he pinched my nipples even more erect than they already were.
I saw his hardon. I grasped his shoulder to help myself up. Bob's wife assumed that he was working in his extensive gardens, but sometimes he was planting his big root in my garden, a paradise garden, he called it. I had to inform Dennis that a sex show was about to begin. Bob waited downstairs while I went upstairs to where Dennis was at his computer.
"Bob saw me out in the yard, thought I looked sexy and came over for a closer look. He felt me up until I gave him a hardon. Now he wants to fuck me."
"You sure beat the porn I was just watching! Bring him up and let him fuck you in our bed. It will be a more exciting bed afterward."
He got up, dragged a chair into our bedroom, and called down the stairway,
"Bob, it's showtime! Come up and bed her!"
Bob ran up the steps.
"Wife, take your clothes off for us, slowly!"
I did my best at a sexy strip and was gratified to see that I was giving both men erections. Naked, with new confidence, I turned slowly in a circle for them to look me over thoroughly. Bob stripped quickly, and we enjoyed a naked embrace. We kissed, our desires increasing as his hands explored my body and his cock pressed against my belly. He grabbed my ass to pull me even harder against his cock. I looked at Dennis for approval and saw that he had his cock out, stroking it for our live sex show.
"Get into bed on your back and spread your legs for him!"
Bob got between my raised, spread legs. He sniffed me as if I were a bitch in heat and then began licking my pussy to prepare me to mate with him. I moaned and squirmed with pleasure. He penetrated me with his middle finger. Licking and fingering me gave me an orgasm. Performing for my husband and showing him how much another man wanted me intensified my orgasm.
Being a big woman, having had two babies, having been prepared well by Bob, and having been fucked by him on several dates since my initiation as a hot wife, enabled Bob to possess me in one mighty thrust. I had another orgasm. Bob lay on me to prolong our union.
"Who'd have imagined that Katie could lose her inhibitions and enjoy putting out? I'm proud of you!" Dennis said.
Bob felt me up all over, kissed my breasts, sucked my nipples and fucked my mouth with his tongue. He began fucking me with short thrusts. Then he got on his knees and began some serious fucking. Dennis praised me,
"You're a late-bloomer, but you are turning into a fine piece of ass! Look at her lather your cock with her sex cream!"
Dirty talk was beginning to increase my excitement. Woody Allen, in one of his films, was asked, "Is sex dirty?" and replied, "If you're doing it right!"
"I hear Katie lured you away from gardening."
"I'd rather plant her paradise garden!"
"Ha, ha! That's a good one! Be sure to fertilize her! You ARE on the Pill?"
"Do you think I'd let him fuck me bareback and impregnate me?"
Bob tried to pace himself to stay inside me and fuck me longer, but suddenly he paused.
"What's the matter, Bob? Don't stop!"
"I'll bet your talk about Bob impregnating you nearly made him blow his load!"
